No more fish and chips for you
Or a macaroni pie for me
It’s not the same
On my own
Sitting here by the sea
Bank Holidays
Days off
are always
difficult.
There’s
so much more
time to fill,
without you.
So many
memories
of what we
used to do.
At least
at work, I
get paid
to be
miserable.
(Originally Posted 22.04.2019)
It’s hard…..
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It is 😞🖤
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Aww ❤
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🖤🖤🖤
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The last line of this poem is definitely universal
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I think so 🖤🖤
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